to suppress supposed law-breakers, these
misguided citizens become lawless themselves.

At Jersey City there is a great crowd blocking the passageways of the
terminal. Trueman is forced to mount one of the mail cars and make a
speech. No sooner has he finished, then he is surrounded by the
reporters of the New York papers.

"Mr. Trueman, are you aware that the Plutocrats have arranged for a
torchlight parade for to-night, as a counter demonstration to your
meeting?" one of the reporters asks.

"Yes, I received a telegram at Philadelphia informing me to that
effect."

"The line of march is from the Battery north on Broadway to Cortlandt
street; west on Cortlandt to Harrison street, and north on that street
to Spring," explains another reporter.

"This means that they will run the parade parallel with the river front
and one block from West street. It will be timed so as to pass just as
you are making your address," he adds.

"You may inform the managers of the parade that I will be delighted to
have them send their army of intimidated workmen down to West street,
and I may be able to entertain them.

"Those who come within reach of my voice will, I think, hear news that
will hold them, as against a brass band and fireworks. If not, then they
would be better off in the wake of the procession," exclaims Trueman
icily.

"Where do you propose to make your first speech?" asks a youthful
reporter.

It is a superfluous question in the minds of all the older newspaper
men. They smile inwardly; but the answer this query evokes sends them
all flying to telephones.

"I shall make my first speech at the Battery, where the paraders may
have the benefit of a little plain truth."

The group of Independents are now on the ferryboat.

Across the river the myriad lights of the metropolis give the scene air
appearance as of fairyland. The night is overcast and the clouds act as
a reflector to the million lights in the city below; the sky line of
Brooklyn is a dull salmon color. A chill October wind sweeps from east
to west. It is a bad night to speak out of doors. Upon reaching
Cortlandt slip Trueman descends to the lower deck and is among the first
to leave the boat. He crosses West street unobserved, and on reaching
the Elevated Station at Cortlandt street, boards a down-town train. With
him are three of the committee of arrangements. The remainder of the
party go to the platform at the foot of Barclay street to address